When Sang Fu saw Feng Lingyu bringing him to a small Western-style building, he was surprised. Master Wuxin actually lived here?
There's a guard at the door?!
Such an identity should not be enough to impersonate Master Wuxin.
Thinking of this, I could hardly hold back my anticipation.
Even if Master Wuxin doesn't look down on me as his disciple today, it doesn't matter. It would be great if I could meet him once. This has been my wish since I was a child.
After reporting to the guard, Feng Lingyu took Sang Fu into the small western-style building.
Feng Lingyu led Sang to the sofa in the living room and sat down with ease.
Then he saw Sang Fu sitting upright with his eyes straight ahead.
Feng Lingyu couldn't help but laugh, "You really don't need to be nervous, it's not like you're going to be executed..."
Sang Fu also felt that he had gone too far, but he really couldn't control himself.
After a while, Xiao Zongqi and Fang Yuxin came together.
"Xiao Yu, why didn't Huaiyu come with you?" Xiao Zongqi came and sat down on the sofa and asked.
"Didn't you give him homework? How can he have time to run around with an idler like me?"
When Fang Yuxin saw Sang Fu sitting on the sofa, she knew that this was the apprentice that Yu Yatou had found for her.
Apart from anything else, this young man is really pleasing to the eye, with a handsome and elegant appearance.
"This is Sang Fu. I told you yesterday that he has great painting skills."
Seeing Fang Yu staring at Sang Fu with satisfaction, Feng Lingyu knew that the matter was 80% settled, and hurriedly introduced Sang Fu to the old lady.
Before the old lady could say anything, Sang Fu stood up and bowed in the direction of Xiao Zongqi, "Hello, teacher! My name is Sang Fu, and I have admired you for a long time!"
Everyone present: ...
Feng Lingyu even covered his forehead with his hands, how embarrassing!
What happened to Sang Fu? How many stupid things did he do today? Where is the old Mr. Sang who used to act with moderation?
Feng Lingyu felt like she had seen how Sang Fu would fall in love in the future.
"That..." Feng Lingyu tugged at the corner of Sang Fu's clothes, then pointed at Fang Yuxin who was sitting on the side drinking tea and watching the joke and said, "This is Master Wuxin."
Then Feng Lingyu saw Sang Fu's face turn red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his whole body became stiff as if he was petrified.
It has been rumored that Master Wuxin is an old man with a somewhat eccentric temperament, so Sang Fu believes that Xiao Zongqi is Master Wuxin.
Unexpectedly, the rumor was wrong and he made a big mistake today.
"It's my fault. I didn't explain it to him clearly beforehand, so I made a mistake." Feng Lingyu explained and took the blame on himself in a disguised way.
"I was too reckless." Sang Fu also quickly apologized to Fang Yuxin.
"Why, are you like those pedantic people who think that women can't paint?" Fang Yuxin said unhappily.
At first, she became famous for several paintings she painted as a woman, but was soon criticized by several people in the literary and art circles, who said that it was immoral for women to be shown in public.
Fang Yuxin was not convinced, so he painted a few more paintings under the identity of Master Wuxin, and received a lot of praise.
So Fang Yuxin wrote a letter to those people in a very firm manner, bluntly saying that they were double-standard and hypocritical, and scolded them severely.
Perhaps out of guilt, those people did not dare to say that Master Wuxin was a woman, for fear of losing face. Fang Yuxin was too lazy to come out and explain.
Therefore, almost no one outside knew that Master Wuxin was a woman.
"No, it's just that people outside say that Master Wuxin is a man, so I had a preconceived notion. When it comes to painting, there's only good and bad, not gender," Sang Fu explained quickly.
Fang Yuxin was reluctantly satisfied with this answer. She looked at the young man. Although he was a little nervous, his every move showed that he was well-educated.
"Come with me first and see how well you draw. If it's not good, I won't accept you even if you were introduced by Yu Yatou." After Fang Yuxin said this, she stood up and walked towards her own studio.
Sang Fu hurriedly followed behind and went in.
I didn’t expect the old lady to be so easy to talk to today, Feng Lingyu thought to himself, then relaxed and took a sip of tea.
"This tea is not good..."
"What tea shop?"
"Of course it's me..." Feng Lingyu suddenly realized that he had said what was in his heart.
It’s also my fault that I relaxed too much after the old lady passed away.
"My tea is top-grade Lu'an Guapian. Have you ever seen better tea than this?" Xiao Zongqi's biggest hobby is drinking tea. After knowing that Feng Lingyu has better tea, he asked with interest.
There are several tea trees in Feng Lingyu's space, which she has been watering with spiritual spring water.
After the tea leaves picked from these tea trees are processed, they have a very strong tea aroma.
But after brewing it with boiling water, the fragrance will become lighter, and the tea tastes fresh and sweet, which is very delicious.
"Well, it can only be said that different people have different tastes. Your good tea is like a cow chewing a peony to me, haha." Feng Lingyu tried to fool around, trying to get away with it.
Xiao Zongqi knew at a glance that Feng Lingyu was not telling the truth.
"Really? I see you're reluctant to give your tea to the old man... The old man is unlucky... He can't even have a sip of the junior's tea..." After Xiao Zongqi finished speaking, he raised the newspaper, turned sideways, and blocked Feng Lingyu's view of him.
Feng Lingyu: ...Why are you still bringing someone to play the victim?
Tea leaves shrink badly, and only three jars of tea were made from the leaves from that tea tree.
Moreover, these tea trees are probably mutated. Even in space, they grow very slowly. According to Feng Lingyu's observation, it will take at least another year before the next batch of tea can be harvested.
In other words, there are only three cans of this tea a year.
But since Xiao Zongqi said so, even if Feng Lingyu felt painful, it seemed that he had to give up a jar.
"Teacher Xiao, I found this tea by chance in the mountains when I was in the countryside. There isn't much of it. I'll give you a can, but you have to drink it sparingly." Feng Lingyu said with a painful look on his face.
She said this in order to find a reasonable source for her tea.
Sure enough, after hearing Feng Lingyu's words, Xiao Zongqi said, "You must have found an ancient tea tree. This thing is very rare. You are lucky. By the way, is the tea tree still in good condition?"
Xiao Zongqi was worried that the young people might not be careful with their hands and feet, and they didn't know how precious the ancient tea trees were. What if they damaged the trees while picking?
That's such a waste of resources.
"Don't worry, I'm fine."
"Alas, in the past, if you found an ancient tea tree, you could sell it for different prices depending on its age. If the tea you gave me is really as good as you said, I'm afraid it would be sold at a sky-high price."
Xiao Zongqi said with regret that in the current environment, many people can't even get enough food to eat, so where do they get the energy to pursue these things?
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